Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.